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Sunday, May 4, 2014

Simple Acts of Kindness and Truths

This is something that I am wanting to share.

Recently
while sitting at one of our cities local restaurants, two very
profound, but simple things took place. Both represented faith and
appreciation towards our country, and to Our Father in heaven. As I was
sitting in my seat, observing the people and my surroundings (minding my
own business), a family came in and sat right behind me. It was a
mother, her daughter and son. Their food came and it was time to eat.
The mother asked her son not to eat yet because they have not prayed
over their food. So when they had got situated and were ready to begin
eating, the mom asked her son to pray over the food. I could only hear
small bits and pieces of his prayer because he wasn't very loud, but God
heard him. So it did not matter if I had heard him or not.
I
absolutely love seeing families, or even individuals for that matter,
still pray over their food in public. Sure it's easier to do at home
when no one else is around, but with the right attitude in heart and
spirit, the action of praying in public speaks volumes. My family, when
we go out to eat, we join hands and pray. We don't care who sees or
hears. Its apart of our faith and obedience to God. Its what He would
have us do.

The same scene and same morning,
another wonderful thing happens. A family traveling comes in for
breakfast. Just a few seconds later, a military (Army I believe)
gentleman walks in. This traveling family orders their food and just as
the cashier is about to read them their order back and tell them the
total, the man turns to the military gentleman behind him and says to
order whatever he would like to have; that he is buying his breakfast.
He tells the cashier to add his order to their family's order. Their was
a shaking of hands out of respect and appreciation. I sat in my seat
absolutely amazed and thanking God that their are still people who have
this attitude towards our military men and women.

The two scenarios may sound very different, but I think they share similarities. To put it in one word, "FREEDOM".

Freedom
is never free. It has always come with a high cost. I say "high"
because the cost that was paid and is being paid even in these current
times, is that laying down of one's life. Men and Women who have their
whole lives ahead of them, decide at a young age to defend and serve
their country. They know going into whatever branch, their life could be
what saves another life. Branch doesn't matter, north or south doesn't
matter, people for generations, young and old, have laid down their
lives for this country. All for one word, freedom.

In
saying this, I'm reminded of the ultimate sacrifice. As Christians, we
believe that God sent His ONLY SON, Jesus Christ to die for us. Our
freedom, even spiritually came with a high cost. Blood of one innocent
man was shed so that we could live. I just find this so profound and
relative to what I experienced and observed this particular morning.

About Me

Writing is a gift from God. I am thankful for this particular way to express real feelings and emotions. A lot comes out of my mind and onto my paper/blog.
I hope that whatever you see encourages you as a reader, but also as a believer. If you don't know and do not have a relationship with Christ, I encourage you to ask Him into your life and heart. Let Him write your life's story.